The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-11-24
PULASKI, TENN. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER "a, 1887.

switched off there, and detained here and
detained there, and the man who loses
time and strength in the earlier part Of
the journey of life will suffer for it all
the way through, the first twenty years
of life damaging the following fifty
years.
Some years ago a scientific lecturer
went through the country exhibiting on
great canvas different parts of the human
body when healthy, and differents parts
when diseased. And what the world
wants now is some eloquent scientist to
go through the country showing to our
young people on blazing canvas the
drunkard's liver, the idler's liver, the
Ebertine's liver, the gamblers liver.
Perhaps the spectacle might stop some
young man before he comes to the same
catastrophe and the dart strike through
his own liver,
My hearer, this is the first sermon you
have heard on the Gospel of Health, and
it may be the last you will ever hear on
that subject, and l charge you in the
name of God, and Christ, and usefulness,
and eternal destiny, take better care Of
your health. When some of you die, if
your friends put on your tombstone a
truthful epitaph, it will read: Here lies
the victim of late suppers, y or it will be:
Behold what chicken salad at midnight
will do for a man." or it will be: ''Ten
cigars day closed my earthly existence, 2"
or it viii be: 'sSat down in a cold draught
and this is the result" or it will be: Il
died Of thin shoes last winter, OF it viii
be: ''Went out without an overcoat and
took this last chill,' or it will be:
Thought 1 could do at 70 what [ did at
20, and l am here" or it will be: Here
IS the consequence Of sitting half day
with wet feet" or it viii be: This is
where I have stacked my harvest of wild
oats,'' or, instead of words, the stone
cutter will chisel for an epitaph Oh the
tombstone two figures: namely, dart and
a liver.
There is kind of sickness that is beau
tifui when it comes from over work for
God, or ones country, or ones own
family. l have seen wounds that were
glorious. After the battle of Antietam
in the hospital soldier in reply to my
question: ''Where are you hlrt?" I'M
that looked like a badge of eternal
nobility. | have seen an empty sleeve
that was more beautiful than the most
muscular forearm. | have seen a green
shade over the eye shot out in battle that
was more beautiful than any two eyes
that had passed without injury. have
seen an old missionary worn out with the
malaria of African jungles who looked to
me more radiant than a rubicund gym
mast. | have seen a mother after SIX
weeks watching over a family of chill
dren down with scarlet fever, with q
glory around her pale and wan face that
surpassed the angelic. 1t all depends on
how you got your sickness and in whai
battle Jour wounds. Frederick 7. Ere
hnghuysen, the pride of New Jersey-aye
OF the natiOn-and one OF the pillars Of
he Christian church, and for nearlyfou-
years practically president of the United
States, although in the Office Of secretary
OF state, in his determination to make
peace with all the governments on this
American continent, wore himself out
and while his brain was as keen as il ever
was, and MS heart beat as regularly as II
ever did, he was according to the bulletin
Of his physicians at Washington and
Newark, dying of hardening Of the
liver. Satan, who does not like good
men, sent a dart through his liver.
The last nay dear friepd---for he was my
friend and my fathers friend before me
the last he was seen in Washington
was in the presidents carriage, leaning
his head against the shoulder of the pres
ident on his way TO the depot to take the
train to go home to die. Martyr OF the
public service, he died for his country.
though he died in time of peace. In his
earlier life lie was called the nephew OF
his uncle, Theodore Frelinghuysen. but
he lived to render for God and his cotlr-
try a service that viii make others proud
to be his nephew, and which will keep
his name on the scroll of history as the
| highest style of Christian statesman that
this century OF any other century has
produced. Ny Lord and my God! if we
must get sick and worn out, let it be in
thy service and in the effort to make the
world good and happy. Not in the serv-
ice OF sin. No! No! One of the most
| pathetic scenes that | ever witness, and
! l often see it, is that Of men or women
| converted in the fifties or sixties Or sev-
entieJ wanting to be useful. bat they 50
| served the world and Satan in the earlier
| part of their life that they have no phys
! ical energy left for the service of God.
! They sacrificed nerves, muscles, lungs,
| heart and liver on the wrong altar. They
| fought on the wrong side, and now. when
! their sword is all hacked up and their
ammunition all gone, they enlist for
Emmanuel. When the high mettled cav
airy horse which that man spurrel
into many q cavalry charge Wit
champing bit and flaming eye and noc Z
/ clothed with thunder, Is worn out 9Hl,
! spawned and ring bohed ana spring halt
I he rides up to the great Captain of our
salvation on the white horse aud offers
his services. When such persons might
| have been through the good habits OF u
lifetime crashing the battle ak through
helmeted iniquities, they are spending
their days and nights in discussing the
best way Of breaking UP their indi-
gestion, and quoting their janghng
nerves, and rOusing their laggard appe-
tite, and trying to extract the dart from
their outraged liver. Better converted
late than never! Oh, yes; for they Will
get to heaven, But they will go afoot
when they might have wheeled up the
steep hills of the sky in Eliiah's chariot.
There is an old hymn that we used to
sing in the country meeting house when
was boy, and | remember how the
old folks voices trembled with emotion
while they sang it. / have forgotten all
but two lines, but those lines are the per-
Grafton of my sermon;
Twill save us from thousand snares
To mind religion young.
Drawing a Sleigh.
There is no service to which horse
can be put that wears him out 50 quickly